[There was no deep worry that Rapunzel would be repulsed at the knowledge of her feelings. Not even the inner voices of Zhan tiri or Gothel could tell Cassandra that Rapunzel would feel disgusted by her... but the fear persisted, and Eugene and her moved fast, and before Cass knew it there were not one but two proposals for Raps to sit on. She had simply met the princess too late, fallen for her too late.
She had to move on.]
I... I do.
[But it was hard. Constant life around someone you deeply cared for left unsaid feelings always fresh and ready to spill. Taken into account the caravan trip to the Dark Kingdom, with life spent in even closer quarters together... She had already been terrible with expressing herself. That just made it worse.
That. Pressure. Her hand, and the door she was lead through... Even at her worst, she couldn't hate Rapunzel, not completely.
The conversation turns, and she listens with intent. It's almost the same talk they had in Rapunzel's room, trapped under the golden rocks. That same rush of feelings that made tears prickle at the edges of her eyes... without even noticing. Because Rapunzel was the same, but she kept talking.
She laughs wetly. Of course, neither of them could measure up to what Pascal meant to Raps, but it's what comes next that absolutely takes her breath away.]
You... you what? Y-you mean...?
[She implores. Please, Rapunzel. She has to hear it again, to be sure.]
no subject
She had to move on.]
I... I do.
[But it was hard. Constant life around someone you deeply cared for left unsaid feelings always fresh and ready to spill. Taken into account the caravan trip to the Dark Kingdom, with life spent in even closer quarters together... She had already been terrible with expressing herself. That just made it worse.
That. Pressure. Her hand, and the door she was lead through... Even at her worst, she couldn't hate Rapunzel, not completely.
The conversation turns, and she listens with intent. It's almost the same talk they had in Rapunzel's room, trapped under the golden rocks. That same rush of feelings that made tears prickle at the edges of her eyes... without even noticing. Because Rapunzel was the same, but she kept talking.
She laughs wetly. Of course, neither of them could measure up to what Pascal meant to Raps, but it's what comes next that absolutely takes her breath away.]
You... you what? Y-you mean...?
[She implores. Please, Rapunzel. She has to hear it again, to be sure.]